Luo Luo was quite satisfied with the decorated room.

Mo Leng Qing gives Luo Luo a black card, "this, take, want to buy what to buy."

With that, he left the room.

"Nao Gong, Nao Gong!" Luo Luo small broken step followed to go up, Yang is wearing the small face of powder tender, "brain male, where are you going?"

"Sleep." Ink cold engine head also does not return.

"But shouldn't we sleep together when we get our little books?" A soft voice came out of Lolo's mouth.

“…… no need. Children should be independent. " With that, Mo lengqing leaves the room.

Looking at the back of the man who left in a hurry, Luo Luo trotted to keep up, "naogong, naogong..."

But found that the ink cold Qing unexpectedly went to the next room where she lived!

When she was Ye Ling in her previous life, she lived in that room with Mo lengqing.

It carries too many memories of them.

Luo falls the lip Cape smile a little solidification.

Mo lengqing stood at the door of the room, his face was cold and calm, and his dark mood rolled in his dark eyes. "You live in a decorated house. No one is allowed to come in this house. Do you understand?"

The tone is cold, like breaking the ice, deep pool, cold without temperature.

"Kenaogong, I..."

"Bang -"

her response was the sound of a man closing the door.

The moment the door closed, a face of ignorant Luo Luo gradually, the expression gradually relaxed, eyes cold ice full of ridicule, the whole body's aura is like a soul charmer from hell.

Ink cold engine.

Oh.

She would like to see if there is any secret about the house.

Turning away, Lolo returns to the decorated room.

Sitting leisurely on the sofa, Luo Luo fiddles with the pink mobile phone that Mo lengqing gave her.

Browsing the web page, an entertainment news came to Luo's eyes.

Three days later, it is the third anniversary of Ye Ling's death. Her fans' support association will go to the western suburb cemetery to do joint tomb sweeping activities.

In places like the entertainment industry, I didn't expect that three years later, these fans still think about her, and their cohesion is still so strong.

Open the official QQ group of Ye Fan support association and find that those fans are still active. Some photos she made during her lifetime are still used as QQ portraits of die hard fans.

Luo's heart was broken.

She's like telling these fans that she's not dead, she's still in the world.

But without revenge, she can't.

At the moment, she can only change her identity and start all over again in the entertainment industry.

Thinking, Luo Luo searched out the number in his mind and sent a short message.

"Ling Ling, I'm Ye Ling. Help me make a new identity. I'm not dead, but for some reasons, it's not convenient for me to show up. I'll come to your store tomorrow and make a new identity information for him. "

Ten seconds later, the hair texted.

“???”

Luo Luo knows that Ling Ling, as her gold medal agent, is very suspicious.

She hooked her lips and typed: "your university is a dead fat house, full of pockmarks, big buckteeth, like small fresh meat, the biggest dream is to be a gold broker Baoyang small fresh meat, in March 2015, you were in Longjia hospital liposuction molars, thin face injection, hyaluronic acid cut double eyelids, breast augmentation."

Ling Ling at the other end of the network saw the news and jumped up from the chair excitedly, "damn! It's amazing

Since she became an agent, she spent money to erase all her previous affairs, so few people knew these things, and only Ye Ling knew such details.

But

Maybe a paparazzi with ulterior motives.

Under the pressure of heart palpitation of joy, Ling Ling trembled and quickly sent a message: "the king of heaven and earth tiger!"

"Chicken with mushroom."

Ling zero in front of a bright, typing hand more shaking: "pagoda town river demon?"

"Pepper for mushrooms."

Huh???

The answers are flowing.

Besides these signals, she's got some tricks!

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